Nonna emerged from another room, having just finished cooking for the lot. It was less glamorous than cooking at the inn, what with the need for quantity over quality, but she still tried her best. It wouldn't do anyone good to have a bunch of grumpy people protecting everything that was dear to you. "Hey you lot, it's chow tim... What's with the long faces?" she asked, still shouting. Then she noticed two senior guardians apparently discussing the matter over something that looked like a scale. She has seen her share of scales, every month in fact.

Silently walking over to the duo, she took a closer look. "Uh-uh, not one of mine." she said with an angelic smile. Oy, did she cause ruckus when she first arrived. "You still have about a week until that time of the month." she joked. It was true though: Her powers were rising with every night. Soon she'd have to venture out of the village again, and the fact that something scaly and big enough to knock trees over was out there didn't really calm her down. At least she had happy customers for now - her magic found it'S way into everything she did, and the dishes she prepared close to full moon were to die for.